WICKED

VERSE 1:
Yo, you don't really want it, your talking your on it/
i'm astonished, to be honest, i'm a fucking alcoholic/
living a life, rife with knife crime, give me your wallet/
on a packed train, pissed up, screaming, who wants it/

hooligans, thuged out, not giving a fuck now/
sniffed up, druged out, you'r bang out of luck pal/
I suggest you duck down, 'cos shit's getting rough now/
bitches get slapped too, you're all getting snuffed out/

and toby jugs, thinking they're thugs, talking too much/
how they banged us back in the day, you ain't tough/
16 year olds, smashed whole crews, talk it up/
more trains, more whores, more money, you're nuts/

fuck with our legacy, fuck you it's jealousy/
Baddest mother fuckers in the borough, fuck what they're telling me/ stick to the facts, keep sucking on crack/ over 200 trains running the tracks, it's a wrap/

VERSE 2:
I body rappers, i'ma rapper wrapping bodies/
bodies, chopped, wrapped, packed, stacked, that's that, sorry?/
i'm not sorry, i'm sorry, i'm not sorry/
like beating a sex dolly, or snatching kids lollies/

taking candy from a baby, fucking a lady/
killing rappers careers, I can explain see/
every mother fucking word I writ/-
'cos I did this shit, “I live this shit”/

I ain't saying she's a Gold Digger-
but Kanye knocked up a fucking Kardashian/
and I ain't saying i'm a dope dealer-
but i'm shotting raps, that are fucking smashing 'em/

Violently Sick, infecting shit like a virus/
causing a stink in the gutters, like dirty vaginas/
getting up your nose, like Ketamine in your sinus/
Dirtier than a pair of knickers, fresh off Miley Cyrus/

cock suckers say “i fucked you kids Mum”/
I just laugh at the cunts, and ask 'em which one/
it ain't hard, when your ex is a brass/
a stripper that got fired, due to complaints of stretch marks/

sounds harsh, but now I just laugh/
had an affair for 2 years, so with all of my heart/
I embrace the disgrace, but will never be bitter/
'cos if I feel shame, remember, I fucked your sister!/

VERSE 3:
talk shit about weapons, and I reply to that/
stab 1, stab 2,- stab, stab, staaaab/
looking back, at all the paint we racked/
all the trains we smashed, all the chains we snatched/

all the weight we jacked, all the change we stacked/
all the fame we had, you can't relate to that/
No, so stop talking like you lived it, you did it/
you didn't, and this is, Gospel, “Hit it”/

I writ the script, you watched the show/
you're breaking bad, i'm breaking bones/
I bolt cut toes, i've bolt cut loads/
my people got grows, you're people smoke Oz/

I take the piss, I want you to know/
i'm stereotypical, I want the money and hoes/
a fat chick said she wanted it, I didn't say no/
so she went boom, boom, boom, and I went, wayo/

all jokes a side, these rappers are all dead/
shit no one wants to see, like Jessie J's bald head/
These punch lines are getting sillier/-
but China said to back the US, in another War, is even Syria/